Today I have been thinking about all the other times I quit somking - specifically the last time and what happened to me. I was off cigs for 6 months and then went on vacation to an all inclusive resort - my buddie is a social smoker who only smokes when he drinks - thus all inclusive top-shelf booze - coffee in the room and lots of service - I asked him for a pack of Nat Sherman fantastico colored 120 mg cigs w/gold tips. Just for the trip - he obliged - man I was off to the races - cigs with coffee yum-yum - of course I did not use the Nat Shermans cause they were too strong and a little over the top for breakfast anyway - just good to start a conversation at the bar or something like that. Now I am not going to smoke when I get home - right - just one then another and I was back to a pack a day - can't breath to take a vacation this year - cause I can't walk without wheezing - and I refuse to sit in a casino and gamble and smoke - it is just not me. I love life - I am out-there - gregarious and I think I am funny. but now the party girl needs to heal. As God is my Witness this Party Girl will never puff again - uhh one minute at a time please. It is much harder this time around - is this the time - time will tell - I did not smoke today.